"Hey, do you know what a butterfly kiss is?" The young woman said.

"No," said her friend.

"I'll show you, close your eyes."

She did so, blushing a bit at the thought of getting kissed by another girl. She puckered her lips slightly in expectation, but rather than a light, experimental peck from her friend (possibly soon to be friend with benefits), she instead felt the flutter of eyelashes on her cheek. It tickled, not unlike butterfly wings, she realized, and it made her smile.

The smile caused her cheek to bulge a bit, which caused it to very lightly cause the skin of her cheek to graze her friend's eye. Reflexively the eyelid slammed shut, actually closing hard enough to pinch her cheek a bit.

"Ow," she said. "I've got something in my eye."

She started to flutter her eye open and shut rapidly, attempting to work up some tears to clear the intrusion, but all she managed to do was pinch a bit more if her friend's cheek each blink.

"Um," her friend said, becoming a bit concerned she started to feel as though half of her face was pressing against the warm, boiled egg texture of her friend's eyeball.

"I don't know why I try the blinking thing, it always makes it worse..."

She reached up to wipe her eye, but her friend's head for in the way. This stood to reason, since it was her friend's face that was stuck in her eye, so the hand ended up forcing her head further in. What happened next was startling for all involved. For the kiss-er, she felt a sudden pressure, then a sudden release of pressure in her eye, a bit like a popping zit, only less painful, less gross, and less messy. For the kiss-ee, she felt like she'd pressed her face up against a water balloon, then felt the rubbery tightness glide around her face. It was a curious feeling, like she imagined it must have felt for a cartoon character to slip inside a bubble.

She began to blink more furiously, now unable to see at all out of that eye. Each blink squished her friend a little bit further inside. As her shoulders, then breasts began to squeeze right enough to slip through the eye socket, her clothes began to slide down her body.

When she was about half in, and fluttering deeper and delete, the friend finally had to accept that somehow she was being sucked inside an eyeball. It felt strange, which goes without saying, but also kind of nice. The fluid was warm, and had a gelatin consistency that held her in place in a jiggly sort of way.

After about a million blinks, the kisser finally finished the job. The rubbery, stretched membrane feeling ran down her friend's ankles, across her toes, and then popped her entirely inside.

"Phew, finally got it." She said. "Hey! Why are you... Wait a minute..."

She shut one eye and everything seemed normal. She shut the other eye and there was her friend, hair spread out as if under water, naked as the day she was born. The nice woman, perhaps realizing she was being seen, covered her breasts with one hand and her sex with the other. The attractive form drifted slowly past her vision. When she shifted her eye, aside from making her trapped friend their her arms out to try to steady herself, she caused her to drift slowly in the other direction. Like an eye floater... Exactly like an eye floater...

"Right... Okay.... Didn't go according to plan," she said. "Are you okay in there?"

Her friend nodded.

"Okay, good. I'll... Make an appointment with my eye doctor. Until then... I guess I'll just keep an eye on you..."